aimless

Aimless

When the
world you
were born
into no
longer exists,
not only
that but
several worlds
after the
world you
were born
into no
longer exist,
you drift
into aimlessness.

 

I wish
I’d been
able to
talk with
my father
about this
before he
slipped into
old age
& drifted
aimlessly
across the
country
in his
big Lincoln
with the
ghost of
my mother
riding shotgun.

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